Page 68 of The Cowgirl's Forever Love
Whatever crazy kindof dream he was having, Josiah Ryder didn’t want it to end.
Lisa Coleman was in his bed. A warm, generous woman who, when he’d woken her in the night, hadn’t gotten all cranky on him but enthusiastically offered herself up to his hands and mouth and cock.
Although when he pressed a kiss to her neck at five thirty in the morning, she sighed heavily and burrowed herself farther into her pillow.
Josiah forced himself to stay quiet as he rolled out of bed. Some solitary time wasn’t a bad thing—he had his morning routine to follow. He pulled on a pair of briefs, sweatpants, and a muscle shirt before dropping to the floor to begin his workout.
He was on his third round of push-ups and sit-ups when he felt two sets of eyes staring at him. Ollie’s head hung over the foot of the bed where the creature had magically landed sometime right before dawn.
A foot or two higher, Lisa had her chin resting in her hand as she stared at him.
He focused on the ceiling and counted sit-ups, trying to ignore that her eyes were on him, drifting over his body.
It shouldn’t feel so uncomfortable, but it did.
“Energy to burn?” She sounded well-fucked, and a pulse of satisfaction hit.
“Morning routine. Being done with far less energy than normal, thanks to you.” He teasingly flashed a grin even as he cranked out another couple of crunches.
She examined him closely. “Nearly done?”
“Nearly.”
He rolled to his stomach, placed his hands on the floor and swung into the final set of push-ups. Lisa’s feet hit the ground beside him, bare toes with pale pink on the nails circling around.
“Join me in the shower when you’re done,” she said.
His cock reacted, hardening to the point of pain.
Josiah pushed up again.
She squatted so their eyes met on the same level. “I mean it,” she said. “Please?”
His arms quivered, so he focused down and continued without answering her.
She stepped away.
Ollie jumped down from the bed and paced over to Josiah’s side, nose slipping against his neck briefly. The dog stretched lazily then curled up on the floor outside the closed bathroom door, stalking Lisa again.
In the distance, the water turned on. Josiah stopped his workout, collapsed to the ground, and stared at the door with less than a dozen push-ups to go.
Last night had changed things, yes. But what had gone on in the days before had changed things even more. Now that Tamara’s baby had arrived, Lisa was narrowing in on the final weeks of needing to be around. Even having her in his bed last night had been a happy coincidence because of Karen being in town. Lisa had needed company after too many shocks.
For him, it was so much more. He didn’t want this to end.
God, he wanted this to be the beginning, but there was no way he could expect her to keep herself open to all the possibilities forthemif he wasn’t willing to be one hundred percent transparent.
No matter how frightening it would be. No matter how vulnerable he had to make himself.
Josiah pushed to his feet, stepped over Ollie, and marched himself to the shower.
Lisa stood naked under the water, and while he knew he had to do the next thing, that in itself was a reward. Sweet curves, her brown hair turned darker as she lifted her face to the shower and let the water stream over her skin.
As she lifted her arms and the motion lifted her breasts, Josiah took a deep breath and peeled off his muscle shirt. He pushed down his sweats and underwear in one motion, his erection so thick it thumped upward toward his belly.
He knew what he looked like. The image in the mirror lied, though. No matter how often he looked at it, it was still difficult to believe.
But he was working on it. Working on having the confidence to do what was necessary, which currently was toss a spare towel onto the rack and pull the door open.
